The Magic of Spring

The wild garlic fills the glades in the woodland and lines the paths of the old railway line. In the warm sunshine of the morning, drifts of its pungent aroma fill the air. Robins, blue tits and great tits chase their mates from tree to tree and a fox, on spotting me, lies down in a field and watches as I pass.

When I passed the wild garlic on my walk late this afternoon I couldn't smell it at all. Perhaps as it was cooler?

Forgot to mention yesterday that I heard my first cuckoo.